Weekly expositor. (Brockway Centre, Mich.) 1882-1894, 1887-03-17

MS proposal, and asked Marguerite
Marine to marry him, she hardly knew
what he meant. In her small world no
one was married; her father lived alone,
David Arson had no wife, the rector had
no wife; they never talked about love,
or marriage, or wives. Lord Stair,
during his first few visits. had not talked
Of such things either. Then all at once,
one June night, when the moon washed
the lilies white he came to her in q
fever Of passion, Of love, and of pain to
/ tell her that he loved her with all his
! heart, and could not live without her.
She was surprised and amused; nothing
more; her heart was not touched in the
least. "To be married." sounded very
much the same as though he had asked
her to 20 to dance or picnic. 1t did
not seem much more serious. She
wondered when she saw his proud,
handsome face pale with passion; she
knew less than a chill of the my steries
Of love. 1t had never been discussed in
her presence, and she had no girl friends
! to whisper their love secrets to her.
She was too much Surprised 10 give him,
any an Swer az first; she looked up In
his face with such wondering eyes
such utter bewildernenr that, in spite
VI nlS pdSslOlls hC DtN
/ that evening without having made any
arrangements at all.
There came another June night; Cyril
! Marine aud David Ans0n were deep in
! n melodiOus symphony "f Bach's and
Douglas, Lord Stair, would not inter-
rupt the music. He stood outside the
window listening, while the odor of
roses and lilies floated round him.
SuIhanIv ainnnusr fha Ia ka an an,
q golden head and the flow VI Il pale blue
dress. His heart gave great leap, the
sound of Bach's symphony died from
his ears; the sun glowed golden In the
heavens.
marguerite" The very sound OF
the name as ne uttered it stirred his
blood like sweetest wine. lie went to
her. In the woods where the bl bells
were making way for the wild anemones,
a nightingale was singing; the sweet
evening AIR blew fresh and cool.
A bright June evening with its lights,
It's flowers Its odor, its stars and dew Is
the nearest approach 0fearth to heaven.
and this one was especially fair.
Marguerite" said Lord Stair, as he
walked through the se-trees to meet
ner 81 am glad to find y on here. would
not disturb the musicians, and was
afraid that you were shut up In the
house."
She looked up at him with bright
smile.
81 hope" she thought to herself,
''that he is not going to talk TO me about
being married"
Then when he stood by her side, he
looked so tall. so distinguished, and the
sunlight fell on such proud face that
she was awed and silent.
"Marguerite," he said, Il hope you
are more disposed To listen To me to-
night, hardly thought the time would
come when should sue and sue in vain"
He VINO had been Of all men the
most eagerly sought. Fine ladies
and peereses, handsome women and
beautiful girls, had sought him eagerly,
and here he stood before slender girl
of sixteen, his heart aching with pas
sion, beating with hope. then chilled
with despair. Would ne ever win one
word from those lovely lips, one loving
glance from those beautiful eyesp he
was quite uncertain whether he should
ever win them or not.
"Have you thought Of what | said 10
your" he asked.
~ have thought Of nothing else except
Bach's symphony" she answered, with
a smile.
Not even Of me-" he replied. az
have thought OF nothing, but you, Won
dering whether you would say yes,
hoping I should see kindly CLEAN of
light in your eyes. Marguerite, say you
will marry me-"
! She stood with down-drooped eyes.
II do not know what to say, Lord
stair. Ii marry you, / shall have to
live with you always, shall ] not?'
IL hope So" he answered 1T is GUS
tomary for husband and wife to live in
! the same house. Why do you ask"
IL thought it would be strange to be
/ always in the same house with your
! she answered.
She glanced at him suddenly.
There is such difference between
u.s." she said. You are so tall, and you
are ears older than | am."
"You are tall, Marguerite" he replied
with chat beautiful golden head OF
yours. you are just like one of those tall
slender lilies. True, am older than
! you. am more than thirty, and you are
/ not much more than sixteen. main
tain that I shall love you all the better
for that. Being older than you, can
take more care of you"
Il have n yer s""a even the interior
! ofsranl houses such as you live in
she said.
my dearest Marguerite, It is ques-
tion of hearts, not houses" he replied
1T is a question of houses, too" she
continued. II have seen nothing better
than this pretty cottage home Of ours.
! know nothing Of the furniture, the be-
longings, the appliances OF grand
house-yet you who own, David Arson
says, three of the finest places In Eng
land, you want me to marry you, and
be mistress of them"
THAT do l In right earnest" he says,
heartily.
"In those houses you have many ser.
vants?" she continued.
"Yes. many" was the answer.
"Then. you must see how impossible
It is" she cried, with some little energy
"We have never had but one servant,
and she manages US instead Of obeyinp
us. What could do with q host OF
servants?"
He notices that she never even thinks
Of love; IL does not enter into her calcu-
lations. The trouble that lies now In
her childish eyes Is merely one of know.
ing that she could not cope with the
difficulties she had mentioned.
"Never mind those things Marguer.
ite," he cries, passionately. at is not
likely that should burden your young
shoulders with such heavy weights
Never mind houses and servants. Tall
to me of love-"
She laughed merrily; 1t was such .
clear, cbild-like laugh; 1t fell softly or
the sweet summer air, and might have
saved her from such ardent wooing.
"Talk to you Of love-" she replied